Friday, May 28, 2021

Grave

 The Roses bleed red

To honor the dead

So others could live free


They fought

They died

Giving their lives

For a cause greater than any


They loved and were loved

Lived

Laughed

Cried 


They felt Joys 

They felt pain


Now beneath the Earth they lie

A reminder that even freedom has price


A toll they gladly gave

Even if it meant a grave


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